Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1887-11-26
inciples of the man to whom intrusted

principles Of the man TO whom / intrusted
my life
''And probably you have no faith in any
man, | remarked gloomily. Life leaves
young girls in that plight sometimea, if they
chance TO have seen much Of the world"
She touched nay hand timidly. at has
no. left me quite 50 yet"
/ ca. lt tie little hand--I, Bonnethaus
coach, slave, drudges--for there was that in
her gentle, lifted eyes which / conld not mis-
take. / said--hut never mind.
That night flung open the door of Hip
roiytes apartment with a Napoleonic mien
rAd lips bursting to comal.t their secret, but
the sight Of HIM silence tIac. He was bend
ing ever box and smoothing something
yellow in bis hands. 4he object was hair, a
long and Shining tres
lie looked up as ! entered, the expression
Of his face gray md speeches.
"Where did You get thntT" demanded,
recognizing, as | thought, something in the
shade and texture OF the treSs
a cut il 81"
"Cut il OIL Whea and whcreF
"Once when she stood before mo and was
not oti orvsise engaged. Whcrol think it
was al tl.a ball of the American minister
Iii voice was subdued, pathetic.
"Iippolyte,n said, tenderly, sHipgolyte,
your blessingi Paris contains no happier
man than your coach tonight Miss Whip
plen---
eyes, yes he interrupted, rising; ''tho
mills of the gods grind with exactness Bless
you, Hendrix, bless your
lie walked to the hearth and back again.
There was kindling light in his eyes. Sud
denly he faced about with, II am inclined to
think this jargon of Comics sham
"As you have always DONE" l observed.
"At least it has now served to keep me OFF
the rocks. 1t is huge balloon, a spectacle
at which the French love to gaze; but it is GO
ing to burst some day, and you win live to
see the farce-Comte and his disciples flying
out of the basket and coming down as inane
as the stick Of n rocket In the meantime
we lo-ok down and sec what Is under u.s. Oh
heavenW He shut his eyes, and throwing off
the hand had laid on his arm he drained
glass of cognac to the dregs.
Here's to oblivionl" he cried, and waved
his trembling arm, and then and there / felt
a suffoeating sense of something about TO
overwhelm me, which could not stay.
1t was not long, indeed before Bonnetbeau
was called to pay the wages of his sins. On
day silent for Paris, for 1t was mufIled with
snow. Tie had said nothing through the
morning, but toward noon he raised Himself
slightly
went to his side. He began with a shiv-
ering articulation: "It's an awful way that
| am going-so dark so horribly dark!n And
he CROPPED for my hand.
'There is hight, if thou wouldst but see IT.
| said, falling into the tender thou. "Thou
hast no time to listen to Conto. Hear the
voice that came through the ages, Il am the
light of the world he that followeth me "-
But he shook his head imperiously. II
have lived Comtist. On my soul, Hendrix,
have adored that myth of yours, but it is too
late to subscribe myself to it now. Death
bed Christians! You ask ne TO join the
cowardly tribel Never have lived Comtist
Il die'-
Christian, say it, believe it, Hippolytep'
But his lips remained closed. There was
long silence, at the end of which he muir
INJURED, ''Thank God-hcaven-- that / have
denied She was anchored so fast, / could
not take her with me- l go TO the bad
alone.n There was faint pressure of my
hand-"Adieun
There is, in every life, one inextinguishable
moment, and this was mine. How ofteu
have l sought to put it outl Yet there it
glows and burns, and will glow and burn
forever, till | die.-Emma Sherwood Chester
in Home Journal.